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Tagged by @illusivesoul. (Thank you!)
I'm going to share a bit from a future chapter of Secure Your Soul, which is my AU where Corpo!V never leaves Arasaka. I have previously posted this bit on tumblr, but it's been edited since then and it's been a while and unfortunately I don't have a lot of new content... so here it is again. 😅
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CHAPTER TBD: FEED THE DEMON
V wasn't sure how much time had passed, but as she started to regain lucidity, she became gradually aware of Johnny's voice in her head.
"I mean, for fuck's sake, V," Johnny was saying. "I've seen your memories. The things you've done for 'Saka. You've killed. Blackmailed. Ruined lives. And for what? Corporate rep? Profit margins? How do you fuckin’ live with yourself?"
V stopped dead in her tracks. She couldn't remember how she'd gotten here. The alley she was in was abandoned. Litter lined the sidewalk, and the street lamps were barely flickering. In a dark corner nearby, a stray dog was busy devouring a rat.
For a few seconds, V just watched it. Homeless dogs were a rare sight in Night City. This one was dark gray and half its left ear was missing. It looked lean and muscular, and it tore off chunks of its prize with a ferocity that domestic dogs almost never displayed.
"You see that?" she asked Johnny.
Johnny's physical image materialized in the alley. He leaned against the wall—appeared to lean, she reminded herself—and gazed at the dog. "See everything you see," he replied.
"You're looking. You're not seeing."
"That so? And what'm I supposed to be seeing?"
"The evolutionarily synchronized relationship between predator and prey."
Johnny looked up from the dog and stared at her. She could see the anger on his face, but she could also feel him manifesting that same anger inside her body. No matter. She'd make it hers. Anger was an emotion she could work with.
"You see one dog eating one rat," V continued, allowing some of Johnny's anger to seep into her voice, directing it back at him. "In your interpretation, there's one winner and one loser. It's accurate, in a way. The dog wins. Look at him. He's a survivor. Even you should be able to recognize that."
Johnny didn't answer. His image was looking away from her, eyes locked on the warring animals. But she could still feel him fuming. Only now it was hard to tell where his anger ended and hers began. She continued speaking.
"You don't see the bigger picture. For every dog having dinner tonight, dozens starve. For every rat providing the main meal, dozens get away. They're fast enough or clever enough to escape.
"Only the best dogs feed, only the best rats live. And because of this, over generations, both species improve. In the end, the prey species benefits just as much as the predator species does. And the world gets better."
"The world." Johnny repeated the phrase slowly. She tasted his revulsion on her tongue. "This world?" he asked. He gestured at the trash-strewn alleyway. The dog had finished its meal and had settled to sleep in a blanket likely left there before by a homeless person. "This is your brave new world?"
"No, Johnny," she responded, her voice echoing the revulsion he'd forced her to feel. "These are just the rats that got caught."
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And, now for my tags...
@merge-conflict, @gamerkitten, @luvwich, @fereldanwench and @another-corpo-rat
No pressure of course as always.
#wip whenever#wips#tag games#cyberpunk 2077#fanfiction#secure your soul: a cyberpunk 2077 fanfiction#valerie locke#johnny silverhand#corpo v#yes YES the tiger is out
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Feel like crying? Stay With You by Nathan Wagner is a Tara song. Could be a song for after Sam left or a song for one of those horrible, horrible AUs where Sam dies.
I know this took like 5 weeks to respond to, but HOLY SHIT. Yeah, yeah I'm crying. Like this because Sam's leaving hurts, but an au where Sam dies? Oh yeah, yeah I feel it.
What'm I s'pose to do?
In a world that's missing you
Everything I loved gone with the winds
Where'm I s'pose to go?
Can't bear an empty home
Should've known that I'd end up all alone
And how'm I s'pose to sleep?
When you are all I see
Everything reminds me of wounds so deep
And how'm I s'pose to live?
If you're not living too
Everything is nothing without you
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....were people really that surprised by the Sonic 2 after-credits scene?
Like given the character’s popularity, I fully expected them to appear even sooner.
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WIP - Excerpt from "Secure Your Soul" (AU where Corpo V never leaves Arasaka)
From Chapter TBD - "Feed the Demon"
V wasn't sure how much time had passed, but as she started to regain lucidity, she became gradually aware of Johnny's voice in her head.
"I mean, for fuck's sake, V," Johnny was saying. "I've seen your memories. The things you've done for 'Saka. You've killed. Blackmailed. Ruined lives. And for what? Corporate rep? Profit margins? How do you live with yourself?"
V stopped dead in her tracks. She couldn't remember how she'd gotten here. The alley she was in was abandoned. Litter lined the sidewalk, and the street lamps were barely flickering. In a dark corner nearby, a stray dog was busy devouring a rat.
For a few seconds, V just watched it. Homeless dogs were a rare sight in Night City. This one was dark gray and half its left ear was missing. It looked lean and muscular, and it tore off chunks of its prize with a ferocity that domestic dogs almost never displayed.
"You see that?" She asked Johnny.
Johnny's physical image materialized in the alley. He leaned against the wall - appeared to lean, she reminded herself - and gazed at the dog. "See everything you see," he replied.
"You're looking. You're not seeing."
"That so? And what'm I supposed to be seeing?"
"The evolutionarily synchronized relationship between predator and prey."
Johnny looked up from the dog and stared at her. She could see the anger on his face, but she could also feel him manifesting that same anger inside her body. No matter. She'd make it hers. Anger was an emotion she could work with.
"You see one dog eating one rat," V continued, allowing some of Johnny's anger to seep into her voice, directing it back at him. "In your interpretation, there's one winner and one loser. It's accurate, in a way. The dog wins. Look at him. He's a survivor. Even you should be able to recognize that."
Johnny didn't answer. His image was looking away from her, eyes locked on the warring animals. But she could still feel him fuming. Only now it was hard to tell where his anger ended and hers began. She continued speaking.
"You don't see the bigger picture. For every dog having dinner tonight, dozens starve. For every rat providing the main meal, dozens get away. They're fast enough or clever enough to escape.
"Only the best dogs feed, only the best rats live. And because of this, over generations, both species improve. In the end, the prey species benefits just as much as the predator species does. And the world gets better."
"The world." Johnny repeated the phrase slowly. She tasted his revulsion on her tongue. "This world?" he asked. He gestured at the trash-strewn alleyway. The dog had finished its meal and had settled to sleep in a blanket likely left there before by a homeless person. "This is your brave new world?"
"No, Johnny," she responded, her voice echoing the revulsion he'd forced her to feel. "These are just the rats that got caught."
#cyberpunk 2077#valerie locke#johnny silverhand#fanfiction#wip#secure your soul: a cyberpunk 2077 fanfiction#god i love writing her interacting with him#her image is so deliberate normally even with other corpos#but you can't lie to someone whose pulse is your pulse#with him it's no holds barred#feed the demon feed the demon#she also feels his emotions which makes it all so much worse ughhh#she normally would believe these things but she wouldn't necessarily feel those associated emotions#that's what's created in the area where they meet#and it's AWFUL#😈
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